Brat
I hardly ever reblog stuff, but I love this.
She exhaled a cloud of nicotine
that took the shape of Mona Lisa-
Even her toxic waste was a work of art.
It’s raining, tears blend I am crying
I’ve made it ten steps without breathing with nothing left, everythings fallen apart
Love touched death … leaving me behind
Pain
Come inside me
I’ll be with you
Make a home in the place I once felt whole
The beating is no longer inside of me, that part has died
Reluctantly I hold the memories of my love
A beautiful murderer
- Vu’










